It Was Not Death She Feared. It

The Man Who Interprets Nature Is Always Held In Great Honor.

Don't You Realize That The Sea Is The Home Of Water? All Water Is Off On A Journey Unless It's In The Sea, And It's Homesick, And Bound To Make Its Way Home Someday.

I Do Not Share The Gloomy Thought That Negroes In America Are Doomed To Be Stomped Out Bodaciously, Nor Even Shackled To The Bottom Of Things. Of Course Some Of Them Will Be Tromped Out, And Some Will Always Be At The Bottom, Keeping Company With Other Bottom-folks.

Women Forget All The Things They Don't Want To Remember, And Remember Everything They Don't Want To Forget.

Those That Don't Got It, Can't Show It. Those That Got It, Can't Hide It.